The Orwells - Southern Comfort lyrics

rate me

(Verse 1)

Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin'

Why not train with me this week-end?

And I can't walk and I can't dance

Give me a smile and then take off your pants

(Verse 2)

Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror

Girls in the back, trunks full of beer

Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize

I'm not that open, I'm gettin' really wise

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

(Verse 3)

Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?

Won't stop sipping till we're both numb

Lose that dirt and the short black skirt

Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt?

(Verse 4)

Hand down my pants, hands on my grass

Got to the bottom of the bottom, but I still can't dance

Like this brother with the hand full of ass

Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah